Wrecks's Blog – July 2010 Archive (7)

[A live feed is brought up onto survivor message boards world wide. Here are its contents from the perspective of those who were there.]



"What a lovely sermon!" I said to brother Samuel as he walked off the dais. The main hall of this church was better lit than the last few. I could see the townspeople in their pews, attention locked to the front of the room. They were afraid, but who wasn't in these times of uncertainty? They did not know who they could trust. We learned early on who… Continue

[Part 6]



Before leaving the gas station, I hopped in the police cruiser. I took the radio in my hand and began trying the different buttons to reach someone. "Check. Check. Can anyone here me?" I said after pressing each one of the buttons. The static on the other end made me ill. Could they all be gone already? Were these two stalwarts all that was left?



Cutting through the silence I heard someone say "Jesus Christ almighty! This is dispatch, boy are we glad to hear from… Continue

[Part 5 of...]



I sprinted to the front of the building with my riot shield readied. If I could leverage myself into one of the doors, I could make them come out single file. My confidence in outrunning them died with the last of them I had encountered. Apparently some of them were fast. My best guesses were maybe it was fresh ones or some sort of mutation/evolution. It did not matter why, there were four of them and one could probably catch me. The former clerk of the store was the… Continue

[Part 4 of.....]



Only three miles to go. Fatigue was starting to set in. It took unfathomable energy to remain so tense, so vigilant. I was not used to carrying the gear. I was out of shape. If this was the new world, it would take some getting used to. My nerves exploded as I felt something near my right leg. The fear subsided into the gentle vibration of my cell phone. I glanced at the illuminated screen and squinted as the glow enveloped my face. It was almost 4 A.M. I would just be… Continue

[Part 3 of...many]



Five miles to go. One foot in front of the other. Every void in my thoughts was filled with that mantra. Every leaf in the breeze. Every shadow from the streetlights. Every unknown was simply them. Anytime I let my mind wander, it went back to them. I could not let it wander.



As I got further away from my factory, it hit me: I had never been sad to leave. Leaving work for the… Continue

[Part 2 of....]



I could almost taste the metallic sting of iron with their blood pooled at my feet. I looked over their bodies one last time, as I tried to ensure myself they would stay dead. The police would not come. All over the city those less fortunate than myself were succumbing to the undead. I was alive, but I was alone for now.



Underground websites posted suspicious videos, horrifying pictures, and dark tales of the dead rising. The images filled my dreams for weeks… Continue

[Part 1 of....]



I am not a morning person. Being given the graveyard shift was probably a favor to the rest of society. Our job was menial, trivial, inconsequential....but it paid. Our factory was a reflection of how our society works: bristling with bouncy people in the daytime and down to two surly characters on the night shift. My coworker Jim and I got along with each other better than we did with any of the others. None of these details really important now, but I would like to… Continue